Date: Wed, 27 Dec 2000 17:35:43 -0500
From: Jess A Amorse
Subject: More than just babysitting - Part 3
This is the third part of a story, which is my first attempt at this so
please be patient. I am still really enjoying this and your comments. It
especially does something for me thinking that others might be enjoying
this story as well (please share if this is the case with you). I am,
again, relying on some personal experiences, but would love to incorporate
the experiences and fantasies of others into future installments, so as to
make them more realistic, full, and enjoyable for all. I really hope you
enjoy this and look forward to hearing your comments and suggestions. And
Laura if you are reading this send, me an email and tell me what you think.
I miss you.
Jess (jess_amorse@lycos.com)
Rachel was in pure blish. She sat in front of the mirror in her room and
enjoyed the view of her 17-year-old body. She was 5' 8", but her skinny
frame made her look even taller. She had brown eyes with the ever
slightest tint of green. She liked her eyes. The rest of her face was not
worth describing except for the dimple that would some times develop on the
right side of her face when she would get one of her shy smiles.
She had always liked how her cute little round tummy stuck out just enough
to run her hands over. Her chest was a prefect size. Well perfect in that
it seemed to fit in her hands like they were made to be held. They were
nothing to stare at, but not having guys gawk at her was actually somewhat
of a good thing. Besides most people saw them shielded under one of the
padded bras her mother had bought for her as, for what she thought was, a
way to apologize for not having large chestedness in her jeans.
Rachel moved around so that she looked at her back end. Her butt had been
some thing that guys had been seen looking at and admiring as far as she
could tell. It was rather smooth and like her stomach just stuck out fair
enough to be caressed. Sitting back down she examined her legs. They were
fairly long and just as skinny as the rest of her and showed a bit of
stubble. It was getting to be spring again and she would have to start
doing a better job shaving. She hated doing it and dreamed of moving some
place where woman did not have to shave legs. Actually, she had been
brainwashed enough to know that she did like having somewhat smooth legs
even if she hated getting and keeping them that way. Finally she began to
explore her privates. She was amazed at how bushy it had gotten just over
the winter. She had never shaved the region and did a very poor job
keeping it trim in the summer let alone the winter.
Slowly her fingers began to explore through the hair finding the fleshy
portions of her womanhood. They had already begun to swell up during the
"looking over" and really sprung to life now with the attention they
received from her fingers. Rachel had never masturbated while in front of
a mirror before, but before two weeks ago she had never fooled around with
an 11 year old either. Carefully she spread her lips apart with one hand
while her other hand stopped exploring and started concentrating on those
certain regions Rachel knew would get her started. The most sensitive
places would have to be worked up to.
It did not take her long before the sight of her pleasuring herself in the
mirror and the nimbleness of her long skinny fingers had her all worked up.
The hand attending to her lips was no longer needed and it shifted up to
her chest. One touch upon her breast sent amazing sensations throughout
her body and was almost enough to send her over the edge into orgasmic
bliss. Her hand started stroking faster and faster now as her vision
became glazed over. A small little wet spot was developing on the clothe
chair she sat on. If someone had been home and walking by her door, they
would have heard the clear sound of panting broken up by the occasional
short, quiet moan.
She was going at it full force now and could no longer be contained in the
chair. She barely noticed herself falling onto the floor into the fetal
position. She was really going at herself. She was really going to be
sore, but man she did not care. This was the first time she had been home
alone for a long enough period since her last babysitting job at the Kerns
and she was going to take full advantage of it. No vibrator or other aid,
her talented hands and fingers were all she was going to need. She could
not remember being this into it before. She even heard herself starting to
grunt as she trusted almost violently against her hand while other hand
clamped down on her breast. The final imagine that went through her mind
as she climax into a semi-catatonic state, where she remained until she
heard her mother and father return some two hours later, was of that
beautiful 11-year-old that lived next door, who had been and would be hers
again.
As Rachel was fantasizing about her neighbor, Kim just happened to be
enjoying herself as well. Her parents had reluctantly left her alone that
Saturday morning as her mother took her brother to a doctor's appointment
followed by little league sign-ups and had a hair appointment and her
father had to go in for another weekend session at the office. Her mother
really did not like leaving Kim alone for that long, but could not see
dragging her around with her all morning and besides Kim new the cell phone
number in case anything went wrong.
Kim was overcome with the sense of freedom when her mother finally left.
This was truly a right of passage for her and she planned to enjoy it. No
sitting around eating cereal and watching cartoons like she normally did
waiting for a friend to call. No, this Saturday morning was going to be
different, but she did not know how. She walked around the house (sort of
making sure she was truly alone, because it was just a bit too much for her
to believe entirely). When she got to her mother's room, she found the
top drawer to her nightstand still open (her mother had been running late
as usual after making she her father got out on time). Kim started
rummaging through the various bras and underwear and found some she had
never seen before. There was even a one-piece undergarment that seemed
like it would show more than it hid all the way at the bottom of one of the
piles. Kim had nothing else to do, so she thought it might be fun to try
on some big girl underclothes. Kim was barely 5", but she still had a
good bit of baby fat on her, so although they were loose fitting, the
garments fit for the most part, except for, of course, the bras.
Wearing a particularly good fitting pare of white cotton underwear with
little tulips on it and a baby blue bra loosely draped over her shoulders
she looked at her self in the mirror over the stand. She liked how she
looked and wondered if this is how Rachel looked without her clothes on
(the subject of which she could not get out of her mind these last two
weeks). Just thinking about it and looking at herself caused that warm
feeling to start to grow in the bottom of her stomach. Her blue eyes were
sparkling and the feeling seemed to start to spread down to the tips of her
long brown hair. At this point, she knew exactly how she was going to
spend her morning. Up until now, she tried to practice what Rachel had
shown her, but the fear of being caught kept her from full enjoying the
experience. This morning she could attempt to shed some of those
inhibitions and do her best to fully enjoy her body (although she would
much rather have had Rachel doing it for her and could have if she had just
thought and had the nerve to call next door).
She had started pulling her mother's underwear to the side to give her
hand better access and had long since shedded the ill fitting bra when the
one piece caught her eye. She quickly removed the cotton panties, just
barely noticing that they were damp from all the perspiration that was
breaking out all over her body, but especially in that region. Before
putting the other piece on, she covered herself in baby powder. Ever since
two weeks ago with Rachel, the smell of baby powder had excited her. The
one piece took some work getting into, but fit remarkable well (it had been
a while since her mother had worn it and she had been a good bit smaller
then). The material of the garment felt incredible against the girls skin.
It was silky and smooth, but not too smooth, giving her just enough
friction where she needed it. It was particularly form fitting on her
backside and she really liked that. Exploring her rear had not been
something that Rachel had shown her, but something that Kim had found on
her own and really enjoyed doing.
Kim made herself comfortable on her parent's large bed and set her fingers
out exploring. They were clumsy, but they were getting better. Being in
the smooth one-piece really helped as she got the added pleasure of the
material gliding over her private regions. She really surprised herself
with which how quickly she had excited herself. Usually in bed at night it
took her at least twenty minutes of touch before she even started getting
into it, but this time it seemed almost instantaneously.
Without thinking, her legs spread and while one hand caressed the inside of
her thy and backside the other started rubbing over her bare pee hole
through the material. She was in total bliss in a matter of ten minutes
zoning out the world around her and concentrating only on the feelings
racing through her young body. She wanted more than her fingers could give
her and found herself positioning herself so that she brush up against the
edge of the bed. Wow, she would have to try this again. The added
friction the corner of the bed made against her soon to be womanhood was
taking her to new heights. One day her fingers alone (or those of a
partner) would be able to do that, but in this learning stage something
more was needed. There is no telling what either parent would have thought
or did if they would have walked into their room at that moment. There was
their 11-year-old daughter dressed in the one-piece her mother had worn on
her wedding night, covered in sweat, humping the living daylights out of
the corner of the bed, wearing her privates raw.
Kim did not organism, she had not learned about or experienced that yet,
but she more than sufficiently pleasured herself and like Rachel collapsed
on the floor into blissful sleep. She woke up in a start hearing the
garage door go up (or was it down). Franticly, she collected the skewn
undergarments and through them back into her mother's drawer as neatly as
time would allow. She did not have enough time to change out of her
current outfit and only hoped that she would be able to return it some
other time without her mother noticing. She also hoped no one would notice
or question why the one side of the bed was damp and the room and sheets
smelled like powder.
Her mother did not even come up stairs, but just called up to Kim saying
that she had forgotten the coupon for the hair dressers and was heading
back out. Kim's nerves were shot, but she was surprised about how turned
on she had just become for a reason she did not know (the idea that it was
caused by nearly getting caught had not yet entered her mind).
She was too sore to give her soon-to-be womanhood any more attention, so
she stripped out of the one-piece, returning it from where she found it and
went back to her room to get what she needed from her developing chest.
She put back on her pajamas (you know the ones with the little square in
the back around the fanny that buttons up) minus the top and got into bed.
She was still excited from her close call (even if she did not know that
was what caused it) and started rubbing her fingers over her just emerging
nipples. That made her feel good, but instead of a warm feeling it sent
pleasurable cold chills through her body. She closed her eyes and again
started to imagine what Rachel looked like naked and once again drifted off
into an erotic slumber.
Kim would not have to wait long. That evening her father announced that
all his working on weekends had paid off and he had won an extended weekend
trip for himself and Kim's mother in two weeks. They informed the kids
that Rachel was going come over and watch them for the weekend and they
would be going to Mrs. Kern's sister's after school that Monday & Tuesday
until their parents arrived to pick them up some time Tuesday evening.
They had asked Mrs. Kern's sister if she could take the kids for the
entire weekend, but on such sort notice that had not been possible.
Besides, Rachel was a great kid and she seemed very eager for the job.
They both figured that she must really needed the money and she deserved
it, so they agreed to a slightly hirer rate for her this time around. Good
babysitters were hard to find and they wanted to hold onto this one.
Stay tuned for part IV